SURE enough, there was a crow letter in the mail-box next morning! It was written on the same wee note paper with a real crow stamp that was drawn in pencil in the upper right-hand corner. Jimsi brought it to breakfast with her and read it aloud—exactly as if Aunt Phoebe didn’t know what was in it already! You know, that was the crow play always!
This was the letter:
“Dear Jimsi:
To-day, I want you to do something for me. You see I do quite a bit for you. I like to make you happy, you know, and tell you of jolly things to play. What I want you to do for me is to tell a little lame girl about your paper doll play and the toy furniture that my Magic Book made.
The little lame girl cannot go out-doors as you can. She has to stay in a wheel-chair and the hours are very long for her. I would like to have you help her. You can help her much better than I can because you are a little girl and I am only a play crow.
Good-bye,
Caw Caw.
P. S.
Her name is Joyce. She lives in the third house from the corner.”
“Oh, I’d love to go!” declared Jimsi. “When can I go?”
“As soon as we’ve had our walk,” Aunt Phoebe answered. “Maybe you’d like to do something else for Joyce and the Good Crow—would you?”